The fair-haired man pushed his plate away from him and leaned back in his chair. Across from him, a fiery-haired woman slid aside her drink and smiled at her colleague.
"You think we should still be doing this?" The male asked nonchalantly, "Just kicking back like this?"
His partner's smile only widened.
"Well, this will be our last time. After all, it is a celebration, Tranta."
He nodded his agreement and reached back, tying his bandana back in place over his face. He grinned, tugging at the material. The woman's face remained visible a while longer. The two stood up and she drew a similar cloth to her face. They looked at each other.
"I guess we've got our work cut out for us now, eh babe?" he scoffed, "No more watching the clouds go by...."
"You'll do fine, dear" she soothed, "People adapt quickly in war...." Her grin returned, this time more devilish. Tranta grinned back at his accomplice, and allowed himself a small chuckle. Dropping a generous amount of cash on the table, he turned and motioned to the waitress as the duo made for the door.
"Well, at least we both look the part, eh Haigen? Come on, let's high-tail it."
The door chimed as the two left the diner, the waitress letting out a small gasp at the amount of money they'd left. Checking to see if they were coming back, she scooped the spare change into her apron and hurried away.
Stepping out into the sunlight, the two drew their glasses to their faces and stared out into the city.
Haigen. Tranta. Cypherites at war.
